Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
So back in June I wrote about going to see Joshua Bell and the Academy of St Martin In The Fields perform in Brisbane and that they were awesome. The following week I toddled off to my own orchestra practice to find that we were going to be playing the same Beethoven Symphony that old mate Josh played with his professional orchestra friends. Wowzers. Now a bit of background. I love orchestra. I hope that one day I will write a sitcom about my orchestra because it is hilarious. We are a community orchestra, not a single one of us professional musicians, most of us over the age of 250. But David, our enigmatic, music-obsessed conductor keeps us laughing. Well those of us that can still hear him.
Here is another orchestra (not us) playing the third movement of the symphony.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
And This Is True is the first book by Scottish Emily Mackie. I chose it on my recentish holiday to Adelaide for three reasons. 1: the cover; 2: the title, 3: the blurb.
Once upon a time there was a boy whose home was a van and whose world was his father.
Be warned: this is not a fairytale.
Although it does contain love,
And most important of all, a kiss.
But you have to be ready for an unpredictable journey through a realm where nothing is black or white. That, of course, is why you should take the first step.
A startling new voice shows us a painful truth: you can't help who you fall in love with.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wowzers. It has been some time since I wrote on here. And I would love to say it was because I was holidaying with the Queen, or accepting my Nobel Peace Prize, but alas... I have just been busy. But now I aim to be back in the full swing of things, beginning with my upcoming review of this book:
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I have never suffered with depression, nor have I had a difficult life at all so I feel that I really can't adequately comment on this book, or that I am a fraud. And I am by no means suggesting that this book is an accurate representation of depression or can have an impact on a depressed person. However, to me, this book was so life-affirming and hopeful that I couldn't help but feel utterly radiant by the end of it. It is a book of real life magic and every time I read it I am sure that I glow!
The story begins with a young girl waking up in her grey room, looking grey and evidently feeling grey. Before she knows it her room is filled and she is engulfed by black maple leaves. As she goes about her day things just get worse for her. Her depression is illustrated so poignantly.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Oh what a movie. Of course I loved Toy Story 1 and 2, when I was a child-type person although I did find that horrible doll head on spider legs terrifying. So of course I rushed out to the cinema with a crew of fellow paediatric nurses to suss out the wonder that was Toy Story 3. In 3D no less!!
And oh how my heart broke!! It was inevitable that this final instalment would be a tear jerker as Andy was heading off to college, away from Woody, Buzz and the crew. However poor Woody, Buzz, Mr Potato Head and Rex haven't been played with for years, resorting to tricks to try to get noticed. In the clean up all of Andy's toys accidentally get donated to the local childcare which is ruled by a cuddly yet tyrannical bear and a predictably vain and fashion conscious Ken doll. Can they escape and get back to Andy before it's too late?
I really really loved this movie. Even writing about it now makes me feel misty eyed!! As with so many children's movies, this film had so many levels, making it hilarious for children and hilarious for adults and fun and beautiful all round.
One of the most delightful thing about seeing a children's movie however, is the children in the audience. There is nothing more innocent or awe-inspiring than a child's laugh, and the complete lack of inhibition the possess when watching. Usually I am the only one gasping out loud in the scary bits!!
I give this movie a whole 5 stars, I laughed and cried with all my heart.